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This morning I took special notice of our exceptionally sparkly clean bathtub. It was pristine and beautiful having just been scrubbed.
Eight hours later I went into the bathroom to tie up my hair and . . . you know that scene in The Birds where Tippi Hedren seeks refuge in a house, shuts the door behind her, only to discover that the house is filled with the dreaded birds? The entire tub, window ledge above the tub, and floor in front of the tub were covered with hundreds of carpenter ants.
I rushed out of the bathroom, looked for bug spray, and came up empty because, well, I have a baby and a dog and I DON'T have bugs. So, I called my neighbor, otherwise known as Miss Busybody. She's wonderful. She knows everything about everything. She says to me, "Didn't the guy that landscaped your house last week tell you about the infestation he saw in your yard. . . " Yeah, they discussed our bugs. Acutally, he had mentioned it and I had discussed it with my DH but he was on call last weekend and and we had intended to investigate it further this weekend but, well, you know. . .
So, I borrow Ms. Busybody's bug spray, coat every surface in the bathroom, and return little bit later to clean up the ant corpses. So, I'm mopping up the ants and washing them down the bathtub drain and I slip and fall and land bossom first onto the side of the bathtub. I'm nursing. These days the girls are both the most tender and most padded part of my body. I was seeing stars for hours and I'm still sore but I suppose that if I'd landed any other way I'd have broken bones right now. Slapstick is not so funny in real life. Ouch!
I mopped up the whole bathroom, sprayed all around the tub and window ledge, ran scalding hot water down all the drains and stopped them up but I suspect that the carpenter ants' brothers and sisters will soon appear to avenge their deaths. I'm afraid to go into my bathroom.
This morning I took special notice of our exceptionally sparkly clean bathtub. It was pristine and beautiful having just been scrubbed.
Eight hours later I went into the bathroom to tie up my hair and . . . you know that scene in The Birds where Tippi Hedren seeks refuge in a house, shuts the door behind her, only to discover that the house is filled with the dreaded birds? The entire tub, window ledge above the tub, and floor in front of the tub were covered with hundreds of carpenter ants.
I rushed out of the bathroom, looked for bug spray, and came up empty because, well, I have a baby and a dog and I DON'T have bugs. So, I called my neighbor, otherwise known as Miss Busybody. She's wonderful. She knows everything about everything. She says to me, "Didn't the guy that landscaped your house last week tell you about the infestation he saw in your yard. . . " Yeah, they discussed our bugs. Acutally, he had mentioned it and I had discussed it with my DH but he was on call last weekend and and we had intended to investigate it further this weekend but, well, you know. . .
So, I borrow Ms. Busybody's bug spray, coat every surface in the bathroom, and return little bit later to clean up the ant corpses. So, I'm mopping up the ants and washing them down the bathtub drain and I slip and fall and land bossom first onto the side of the bathtub. I'm nursing. These days the girls are both the most tender and most padded part of my body. I was seeing stars for hours and I'm still sore but I suppose that if I'd landed any other way I'd have broken bones right now. Slapstick is not so funny in real life. Ouch!
I mopped up the whole bathroom, sprayed all around the tub and window ledge, ran scalding hot water down all the drains and stopped them up but I suspect that the carpenter ants' brothers and sisters will soon appear to avenge their deaths. I'm afraid to go into my bathroom.
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